Lyrics of Reason and Experience

The New Generation

3 The New Generation When I cry myself hoarse Who on this land will hear my weak voice? When I sing myself hoarse Who on this land will pay heed to my unfinished song? When I call myself hoarse Who on this land will hearken to my hoarse voice of wisdom, the message of our unfinished business? Our hearts Elders Are heavy Replete with much sorrow Caught on prevaricated crossroads Penetrating deep the labyrinth of the hearts of our youths The leaders of the day tomorrow We see only sluiced conscience build around crucibles of mist smoke Their minds Chartered with the vertigo of westernization That our forefathers condemned in their loud voices Never would they dare imagining chasing the western ghettos of the day And these odd cultures writhed in manacles of globalization Harbingers of bad omen on the land Upland by the Rafraf hills Thick forests of miombo woodlands have become a desert in the measure of a second The wetlands in the east have been helplessly marooned 4 On the other side of the hills – there Our ancestors have been cursed Their burial shrines are now suburbs of the western style The night now never fall Flowering girls never sleep even a minute Following the seditious rays of the new sun that never sets Only to be stubbornly harvested raw Shattering hard the dreams of their forefathers Our generation heaves a sigh of change Fragrant nostalgia of lived hazy maze of our childhood Now scratching the back of our heads all day Taking stock of our good that so far has perished In the guise of what is their best Our worst Only regrets ...